How did you get an enema from your mom or grandmother and not let them know how well you loved them

I stated too love enemas. Mom would lay me over her lap. I loved ever since that day. When In grade school I would fake being stopped up. She would always give me a enema and most of the time another the next day. Any time I was out of school for illness I got them. I was ill a lot .

I lied! But, I think,, no I know both Mom and Grandma both suspected that I enjoyed taking enemas...... And they were right!

I got occaisional enemas from my mother when young and didn't think much about them. When I was 10 or 11, my grandmothers neighbor, Mrs Jolly seemed overly concerned with anyones kids or grandkids bowel habits. Each morning, early They and often Mrs. Thompson, grandmother of my play/sex mate Tracy, would gather at the fence below the room I slept in and gossip.

I once heard a blow by blow story about when Mrs Jolly had gone to Mrs. Thompson's house to give Tracy some enemas. That knowledge would serve me soon. Another day, I overheard them discussing my own fate. I'd been up really late watching movies so was a little groggy and cranky at 6am, when grandma got us up.

Mrs Jolly was quick to diagnose me with serious constipation and offered to help with that. My grandma, to her credit was reluctant, but Mrs Jolly was persistant and before lunch the next day I would find myself nude on the floor getting a rectal temp and/or taking multiple enemas and loving it.

I tried to fake constipation every few weeks that summer. It managed to get me two more sessons with Mrs Jolly as well as a lifelong enema fetish

Seems like Mrs. Jolly got her jollies giving Enemas to little boys. What if Mr. Jolly would be inquiring about the bowel habits of little girls? Someone would probably have called the police. "Group molesting" must have fallen under a different category.

Mine were given by my single-parent father

I did not realize how much I was telegraphing in my body language.

He knew that I liked enemas

I knew that he knew it

He knew that I knew that he knew it

I'm convinced this is WHY he lead me to self-administer as young as I safely could

Also, because he had to do all his enemas behind his family's back and didn't want me ever doing that, he was as open as possible about it

I got bronchitis and the usual child illnesses often. I would always complain to mom that I had GI cramps an couldn't go. That pretty much assured an appointment with her open top bag By 13 she as letting me self administer so jerking off while it flowed was the greatest.

The only time I flat out asked my mom to give me an enema was when I got pin worms so bad I could not sleep. I was less than 10 at the time which was over 50 yrs ago so I have crs to further details. I slept well that night and mom most likely followed up with meds to ensure they were eliminated. That was way before I discovered the other benefits. Her mom was a RN and that's another story in itself. RN stands for right now!

Illfer, I think that traditionally much more was considered "normal" from adult females than from adult males.

I would complain about my stomach

I would pretend I was constipated for 3 days. That meant instant enema from mom

If I told mom I was having a hard time "going" or even just saying I'm not feeling well, she would immediately feel my forehead would determine a "good" enema was necessary. I only did this twice that I can remember because I didn't want her to know that I had begun to really enjoy her enema session ritual and of my fascination with the equipment. It was all about pleasing her, the alone time with her, hearing her enema-talk and her praise for taking a good one. I also remember planning what to say and holding back my bowel movements for a couple days so as to produce her desired results. It was the beginning of my klismo-formative years.

Mine were given by my single-parent father

I did not realize how much I was telegraphing in my body language.

He knew that I liked enemas

I knew that he knew it

He knew that I knew that he knew it

For a time in my teens, my single father (not biological) did my temps and enemas. I would have such a hard on, it was obvious that i liked them. What was cool about 'Carl' was that he noticed and told me it was ok, normal, and not a big deal to get turned on by an enema. He told me that he had at my age began to give them to himself 'to get off'.

That made future enemas really comfortable with him

MY MOTHER THE NURSE and HER “HIGH ENEMAS”

My mother was a nurse and enemas was something she had no problem giving to me whenever she and at times our family doctor gave orders for me to have an enema/enemas for most any reason. She always said, enemas are good for you.

The last child enema was at age 12 . The year i was 13 i hadn’t felt well, but had not said anything to my mother, but she knew something wasn’t right. That night she came in my room and ask me if I was feeling ok and I said not really. She felt me and said I think you have a fever. She turned and left the room, only to return with a jar of vaseline and a thermometer. She told be to turn over, I am taking your temp ,at this point i just gave in, as she lubed my rectum, she said I know you have a fever, I can tell, and in went the thermometer. She held it in place and it didn’t feel good and i squirmed around waiting for her to take it out. After 2 minutes, she removed it and confirmed, i had a fever. She ask if I had have a BM today?, I said no, not today. How many days have passed you haven’t had a BM. I said Im not sure. I am calling the doctor, he may want to see you or tell me what to do for you at home. She walked down the hall and I heard her call and talk to the doctor, when she had finished the call, she came back to me room. You have a pretty high fever and being that you have not had a BM, Dr K said I should give you 2/3 enemas to help you feel better. NO i said i wont do it….you have nothing to say in the matter, now come into the bathroom, Dr K ordered the enemas and the doctor know best.

Once in the bathroom Mom told me that because of my age, a child’s enema wont do for your constipation, so your enemas will be what are referred to as ‘high enema” I said what is that? Its an enema given from a enema bag, not a bulb syringe as you had as a little girl. These are large enemas and you need to hold your enema so the water can clean you out better. Now I want you to lay on the floor on your back while I fill the bag. I watched her fill the bag (with a lot of water and a bar soap), the bar soap was left in the bag, She mixed the soap and water so there were soap bubbles coming out the top of the bag. Then she moved to the closet and took out a long red tube and attached it to the end of the small enema nozzle that i use to get enemas with. Then the bag was hung just over my head and mom brought her items needed for giving the enema. Now then, we are ready, I want you to raise your legs and knees up and close to your chest. I am going apply Vaseline to you rectum and insert my finger in you to make sure the rectal tube can pass inside you easily. I want you to relax, it is important that you take the whole enema for it to do it job properly. If you cannot hold your enema, we will need to start the enema again with a full bag. I was already crying and begging her not to give me these enemas, I feel better now, I don’t need an enema, please don’t make me take it!. There is not discussion, Dr K said you needed the enemas and I agree. Now be my good girl, I am going to start your enema now. She had me raise my legs lubricated my rectum and as promised, her finger went up inside as far as she could go and moved her finger around and around to make sure the lube had a place for the rectal tube to slide inside me. Ok i am going to put the tube inside you now, please relax and don’t move. Once I felt the tube on my rectum I jumped a little and I heard her say, your are a big girl and you can take a ‘high enema’ and in went the tube, Im not sure just how far it was in me, but she then said ok, lower your legs and turn on your left side. You are going to take your enema now and I heard the click, and then I felt the warm water flow inside me and mom moving the tube further and further up my colon. She said, you feel okay, and I said, NO take it out,!!! I will not stop the enema you can take enema just breathe and relax. After a couple of minutes, I said I getting full, you need to stop the enema mom, she said you still have water in the bag, you are taking the whole enema. I guess she felt a little sorry for me because She stopped the enema and have me turn on my back again. She let me stay in this position and started the enema again. The pressure seem to be better, but in a few short minutes I was feeling cramps and had a very full belly. I ask again, can we stop the enema now, she said look at the bag, there is only a little water left for you to take. Your almost there. And then she finally stopped the enema. Good girl, you took the whole bag, Now I want you to turn on your side, I am leaving the rectum tube inside to help you hold your enema.

After 10 minutes of pain, pressure and crying, she let me go to the toilet and I release my enema. Mom told me not to flush, she needed to see what came out, when she had seen the results, she said. That was a lot of poop, but you are going to need to take another enema, then maybe all you bad stuff inside will be gone. I was NOT having it, I screamed I DON’T WANT ANOTHER ENEMA!!!!! this one hurt and the next one will be just as bad. You are taking another enema, Im going to let you relax a little and we will start the second enema. As she prepared my second enema, she told me this enema was going to be another soap suds enema and with another full bag, but you should be able to take this one easier than the first because a lot of the poop is was cleaned out on the first try.

For the next enema she had me on my knees with shoulders on the floor, this position will help the water flow higher inside you. Once you have taken 1/3 of the enema, I will let you change position like before. Now lets get you ready to have the tube inserted again. With a huge finger of the vaseline she moved toward my rectum again and slipped it in with no problem and without stopping pushed the tube up in me and started the water, in this position I could feel the tube as it moved upward along with the water flow. Mom said ‘thats my girl’ your doing just fine, just.a little longer and you can change positions. I heard the click and knew she had stopped the enema. I slowly moved onto my back as the tube is still inside my rectum. Once on my back, she ask, do you have cramps, I said just a little, then I starting the enema again now. I don’t know if she was right but because some of the poop was gone the second enema didn’t hurt as much, but i was feeling full and could see I still had more water than I wanted to have to hold. As the last 1/3 of the enema was flowing down the tube I had a bad cramp and was moaning and begging for relief, she said, you’re almost there, just a couple more minutes and then i heard the click my enema was over!!!!! Mom checked my stomach to see how extended it was and said she was so proud i took my second “high enema”. this time she let me release the enema and relax on the toilet as she turn towards the sink I thought she was was cleaning the enema bag and rectum tube, But she wasn’t putting the bag and tube away, she was preparing a THIRD enema.

This is your last enema for today, The third is a warm water enema to help wash the soap subs out when you release your enema. Now i am going to change the tube to a enema nozzle that has a bubble on the end, (she showed me a large green enema nozzle) and explain I will be able to hold the water without any leakage. So I am ready to start the enema, lay on your left side and I will start your enemas now. She again lubricated the nozzle and slipped it in without any problem and then the click and the water was going in. I liked the way the warm water felt and I was actually comfortable. She said, I can tell you are all cleaned out now, this water is moving easier, Im going to increase the flow and your enema will be over before you know it, and before i knew it, i heard the click, the last enema was over. When i was able to get on the toilet, the water was clear, my mother was happy she had done her job..

As I was not specific, all my enemas were 2qt and for a 13 year old, it seemed like what an adult would consider 3/4 qt enemas being administered to them. Mom did have a Balloon Retention Nozzle, but chose not to introduce this particular piece of enema equipment on this day but I did have many of her high enemas with this nozzle, which helped me control the urge to want to release my enemas and enjoy the warm full belly during my sessions with her.

I had a lot of enemas from my Mother until I was 18 years old. And as I wrote this story, I was right there in that bathroom, with her, the smell of her, the smell of enemas, and wondering if she were here today, would she give me her “HIGH ENEMAS now?

Played dumb and never try to soon. Must space them apart.

Barium Enema and A BIG Retention Nozzle

Growing up enemas were something that I knew well and I had grown to accept them when I was told it was time to have one. Mom had over the years given me for the most part 2qt enemas, which were usually 1 or 2 SSE depending on why I needed an enema.

During one summer, at the age of 16, I had been having problems with BM’s and she and the doctor, thought that perhaps I should have a lower GI series to determine, if there was a bigger problem. She made appointment for me to see our doctor for a examination and go from there.

Usually, mom would give me a enema if I was seeing our doctor, because as a young teenager, physical examinations, grew to be more details. and times when i would need a rectal exam. But the day of the appointment, she didn’t give me her usual enema. We left for the doctor office and on the way, she said to me that you may have an exam that will be difficult, but necessary because we need to find out why you have problems with your BM. We arrived at the doctor office and went in and I sat down. In a few minutes the nurse called us to a exam room to wait for the doctor. The doctor stepped into the room and ask me to sit up on the exam table, and he began his usual procedure, having my temp taken, heart beat, etc. He ask me “how are your bowel movements?’, I said, so so, he ask, have you had a bowel movement today, i said, no. I tried but I cant. He told me he wanted to check to see if my colon was full. Please lay on your left side for me, I want to do a rectal exam to see how full you are. I could hear him putting his gloves on, and rolling his chair close to the exam table, he then lifted my cheek and inserted his lubricated finger in my rectum and moved it in and out while pushing on my stomach, then he pulled his finger out and pushed it back in and deep inside, I jumped and he said “ I know its uncomfortable but we are almost done”. He then ask me to lay on my back, and with his hands move them across my stomach and looked at my mother, with a hmm, saying her colon is full. He removed his gloves, looked towards my mother and looked back at me and said

well young lady, we need to do something about you being constipated all the time, your mother and I have discussed this problem and feel that a lower GI series is required, so we know what exactly is going on in there. Now, I am going to order the procedure be done and I don’t think we should wait. You are going to need, what is a called barium enema, he explained its a liquid that is injected into your colon as an enema and pictures are taken to see if you have a serious problem that has caused you to be unable to have normal bowel movements. The procedure requires several enemas until the enemas are clear. You will need at least 4 enemas before the barium enema. I feel it would be better for you if your mother give you these enemas at home, where you will be more comfortable and the barium enema will be done here tomorrow. You can get dressed and don’t worry, I will see you tomorrow.

Once home my mother ask to to undress put on my robe and come to the bathroom. My mother wanted to explained what kind of enemas I needed because most of my enemas were for fever or mild constipation. But a barium enema is a medical procedure that requires the complete cleaning of your colon and the only way for this is to have several enemas given in one session. You may need one more enema at the doctor’s office in the morning, he will determine that when he examines you again tomorrow.

Your first enema is a small soapsuds enema using a nozzle i have used to give you enemas when you only needed one enema, the second enema will be a large soapsuds enema using a rectal tube so we can get the enema higher in the colon. Now, the third and fourth enemas are large volume enemas, and requires a nozzle that help you hold all of the enema. This is the nozzle that i will use for these two enemas, she showed the nozzle it was a DOUBLE BALLOON NOZZLE. The last two enemas will be a little difficult for you, I will be gentle and help you through both of them. My first two enemas weren’t that bad, although I complain about soapsuds enemas, they make me cramp and very uncomfortable, but i have learned to take them because Mom said, they are normal enemas given to everyone.

The time had come for the first of two very large enemas. I am on my left side and waiting for mom to put this huge nozzle inside me when she said, you need a lot of lube and a lot inside you, hopefully, i can get it to go in smoothly, just don’t fight it, once its in you will be more comfortable. Trying to get pass the balloon part being pushed up my rear in was not without my complaint of it being too big and you will never get it inside and then the balloon slipped in, now the inflation of the balloon I moaned with each squeeze of the bulb and felt a lot of pressure. Mom said, I going to start the enema now, remember you must take the whole enema. Being that is was my third enema and mom had my butt close tight the water flow was faster than the first two, and I was beginning to fill up and starting to have cramps, pressure and wanted to push down, but there was no relief, the enema just kept coming and coming, I looked over my shoulder and about 2qt mark was in me with a whole qt to go, i was hurting and begging to rest. Mom knew I was uncomfortable and stopped the enema. She rubbed my stomach to help the cramps and relief some the pressure and told me you are almost done, just half a qt left and this enema will be over. She starting the water again but didn’t take long for the wave of cramping to return and I started to cry, NO MORE THIS ENEMA IS TOO BIG IT HURTS. Just another minute and you will be finished. Finally, the water had stopped, but now I had to hold the enema until she let me go to the bathroom.

I passed all the water and was happy i was empty, but there was the sound of yet another enema to come. My mother brought the bag to hang it on the pole and had to nozzle lubed already and laid it on my leg so she could put the lube on my rectum and inserted the nozzle once again, after having 4 enema nozzles slipped into my rectum this time it was very painful and I moaned and then screamed, please stop! she replied, “ this is your last enema”, you will be done soon. Trying to be gentle she finally inserted the nozzle and started the water, just a few more minutes and I will be done, but then i remembered, I have to do this again tomorrow!

I have read over the years, that a lot of people like large volume enemas, and for me, it took several years before I understand the sexual attachment people have to enemas, as for most of us, you sometimes think, you are the only one who loves enemas, Few years later, i would need the Barium Enema Procedure again, and was fortunate to have a male friend that was a nurse, and agreed to give me my enemas at home for the test. Now John, knew I have never had a sexual enema, but the night he came over to give me my enemas, he told me with the volume of water and size of the nozzles, you may feel like you want to have an orgasm, if you do at anytime, please do. For me there is something exciting about having a man give me enemas. They know that inserting a large enema nozzle, a rectal tube and even a double bulb nozzle and massaging it in and out or your rectum prior to the actual enema helps me to relax and provides comfort of being able to really enjoy the full experience of a good enema. So tell me, whats your favorite way to have your enemas given to you?

@Mom_High_Enemas, on my back what some call diaper position.

@Mom_High_Enemas I second that @easy123 Enemas on the back are easiest and even better with a handsome guy hehehe.

Barium Enema and A BIG Retention Nozzle

Nice story, but prep for a barium enema requires more than just enemas until clear. It also calls for a lot of oral laxatives because, as we know, enemas won't do an adequate job of cleaning the entire colon.

@LisaK Your dad was a really good parent.

Nice story, but prep for a barium enema requires more than just enemas until clear. It also calls for a lot of oral laxatives because, as we know, enemas won't do an adequate job of cleaning the entire colon.

True enough but I think her imagination is filling in a little and there's nothing wrong with that . I liked the story.

By the time my fear/fascination with enemas bloomed into desire I found myself with the opportunity to self administer without my mother’s knowledge. So, I never had to fake symptoms to elicit an enema session. Which was just as well, since my mom was autocratic and did not tolerate “Nonsense”.

At twelve years old I was taking full bags of soapy water (2 quarts) and enjoying the magnificent cramps that a large enema produced. It never dawned on me that I could use plain warm water in my enemas as mom never administered a rinse enema to me.

Both of my parents were the youngest child in their family, so my grandmothers were not a factor past about age six.

I would pretend I was constipated in high school. When mom suggested an enema I'd start crying, but she'd insist I get the enema.

I'd wait until dad left for work before asking for moms enemas. I knew if he heard mom was giving me enemas in high school he'd tell her it was wrong. I'd start crying as soon as she told me go to my room and undress.Then she'd call me to her room.

Mom would tell me to get up on her bed on hands and knees. I'd resist and fight the nozzle at first and begin crying again. Finally I'd let her insert it. I'd whine about cramps next.

She thought I hated her enemas!

My first enema was when I was 5 or 6 years old . my parents gave it to me I have loved enemas ever since.

My first enema was when I was 5 or 6 years old . my parents gave it to me I have loved enemas ever since.

I've talked to 20 people if I've talked to 1 who got as few as 1 enema when young and it affected them for life. This includes me and I'm not unhappy about it but anyone that says it doesn't happen is full o crap.

I would whine and cry before the enemas ,and squirm away when mom tried to insert the enema nozzle

No my. Back on a rubber covered table had to lay there with my knees up feet flat on table I was fully exposed naked in front of my grandmother a nurse and my mother

I never got them as a child.... not even once. That’s probably why I am so fascinated with them now.

I have always had problems with constipation so it was not an issue to get an enema I received them on a regular basis. By high school I had pretty much outgrown my constipation issues so enemas from my mom stopped but by them I was self administering every chance I had.

Over time Tess (7 YO) and I (5 YO) learned that if we were “sluggish” or picked at our food, a question about our bowel conditions would come up and any response other than something like “earlier today” would get us an enema.

As kids, my siblings and I got enough enemas that we really didn’t need to do something like that. However, as we got older and closer to puberty, our two teenage aunts would occasionally come up with some excuse to give us an enema. Doing so, meant after they gave us an enema, they got an enema themselves. Something my siblings and I didn’t mind, because like our two young aunts, we got enema horny too. Satisfying an itch in more ways than one.